In a fit of pique...

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What is your most irrational moment? Or are you cool and collected?

I have just came home from work and shopping and DC were doing nothing. I have bad period pains and a backache and DD16 had left school her school shoes slap bang in the middle of the kitchen floor. They are black and the floor is black and I had shopping bags and tripped on them

I threw them into the middle of the lawn in my fit of pique

It is not that I am OCD tidy but middle of the kitchen floor?!

I did pick them up so she never knew

I punched the side of a kitchen cupboard which I was assembling. It just wouldn't meet nicely so the screw would almost glide into the pre-drilled holes.

Broke a bone in my hand. While I was at the GPs he asked how I'd done it and I finally admitted that my anxiety (possibly lingering PND combined with the onset of menopause hormone shit) was getting the better of me and manifesting as irritation.

Most of my anxiety manifests as irritation - anger so there are things that get broken from time to time, even if not thrown you can break things putting them down too hard slamming them down

It worries me how much violence is being laughed off as”pique” when it seems that many posters could benefit from anger management classes.

I was on a train from Newcastle to Stevenage-wanting to get off at Stevenage-next and last stop London.
I got up in plenty of time and got all my bags ready to get off. Train rolled into station and I pressed the button for the door. It didn't open. Pressed again, didn't open. Scrambled to the next door-same thing. Could see all the other passengers farther down the train getting off with no issues.
It had been a very long journey and I really wanted to get home.
I slapped the door in frustration and in doing so snapped a wooden bracelet I was wearing and also, I found out the day after in the walk in centre, fractured my little finger.
I didn't even hit it that hard!

[It worries me how much violence is being laughed off as”pique” when it seems that many posters could benefit from anger management classes.]
@Ladysainsburyseal. I think anger management classes is pushing it a bit. There are all kinds of reasons why people lose their shit. Tiredness, stress, illness. I doubt that the posters on this thread are smashing stuff up on a daily basis, just every now and again when life smacks them in the face.
I'm normally a calm person, but the three incidents of mine that i described followed extreme tiredness and stress at the time, as is probably the case for most people.
My former next door neighbour was a lovely placid man until one night he leapt up off the sofa while he was watching T.V with his wife and ran screaming like a banshee straight through the closed patio doors, badly lacerating himself in the process. His wife found out after that his business was in trouble and he was stressed to the hilt. He ended up in a psychiatric hospital following that. ( To be fair, it was a sunday night and the dire t.v offerings probably tipped him over the edge.)

For me, the fruit bowl was thrown after having yet another significant aftershock, on the girls' first day back at school after it had been closed for two weeks, following the second major natural disaster we had gone through in 5 months.

With reference to the hosing incident, I was tired, hormonal, and sleep deprived and had had an absolute gutsful of the nastiest most anti-social neighbours who had been preventing or disrupting what little sleep my family and I had got for months. . .

My mum once "tidied" my room into a bin bag and hurled it out the window onto the flat roof in the rain having asked me multiple times to empty it and put the stuff away. She is my parenting role model!

@Cath2907 That reminds me of a time when my mum once 'tidied' my room into a bin bag and threw it in the bin, which the binmen then collected. I was gutted as one of a brand new pair of shoes that i had only bought that weekend and worn once went with it.
Unfortunately the remaining shoe wasn't any use to me! hah.
To be fair to my mum, i knew that friday's were what she called 'bedroom day' in which she would give the bedrooms a thorough cleaning and we were expected to tidy them beforehand in readiness. I was too lazy to do mine and obviously expected mum to do it.
Laugh about it now, but it taught me a valuable lesson.

This thread has made me laugh remembering an ex colleague who, while pregnant and hormonal, threw a whole cooked chicken fresh from the oven down the garden at her dh because he said he wasn't hungry yet.

@HippyChickMama

See this type of one I can actually feel the feelings she must have felt!

I have done bedroom bin bag ONCE. After that I only had to appear with a rustling bag and a and they would shit themselves into tidying up

@KissUntilTheyDieOfRabies
I have a good waste tin and OMG they put food in it (DC) but they let the bag slip down so every single time I open it the bag is in a heap at the bottom and all slimy. That box looks a much better idea...

Smashed a large egg on top of DH's head. I was putting the shopping away and he was being annoying. It dripped down his face and into his eyes but it was organic.

I agree with MightyDonut. The two incidents I posted, of flinging all DH's chess pieces out of the window and DH smashing the TomTom, were pretty much the only incidents I can think of from either of us in a 25 year marriage. The reason they've stuck with me is that such things are rare. They're so rare that they are things we look back and laugh about now. Obviously that wouldn't be the case where there was abuse. Lots of posters on here are the same, describing one off incidents from some while ago.

Of course, if I was chucking stuff or DH was breaking stuff on a daily basis that would be a huge problem. But I think most people get to points occasionally where everything is just too much.

My grandmother got so infuriated with her vacuum cleaner that she lugged it up out the back of their house and threw it in the river.

So for me, there's also genetic pre-disposition.

I do get angry, I am impatient, but I think I am too rational to do anything really loopy - there is a limiter in my brain that stops me throwing things.

I have slammed doors a few times but that's about as far as it goes.

The other day I got annoyed in Boots because I wanted to buy something and there was a queue at one till and of course the other till was unmanned. I was too lazy to wait, so I put the thing back and walked home muttering to myself in a fit of pique. But that's about as much as I react.

Repeatedly throwing things at your partner in anger is abusive though.

And can be dangerous.

DP's ex, who has a long-standing drink problem, used to throw things. They came home pissed after being at a wedding once, she went into one, about something that has long since been forgotten, and threw an Ikea breadboard at him.

It him on the head and cut an artery in his temple, and she promptly went into complete hysterics at all the blood spurting everywhere. Luckily, his sister was staying with them and came down to see what all the noise was about, and insisted on driving him to the hospital, while he kept repeating that it was just a scratch.

It cost £80 to could have her car valeted so it didn't look like a crime scene, and rather more to have the kitchen/diner redecorated.

He also has a scar on his arm from her throwing a wine glass at him and one on his shin from being kicked so hard it gave him a deep cut.

She is one mad fucker.

My grandma kicked the gas fire to death when it refused to light. My grandad wasn't impressed!

When the DDs rooms were ridiculously untidy and messy I'd do a "Mummy Tidy!" and sweep everything (and I mean everything ) into a pile in the middle of the room, or the bed dependent. Only had to do it twice